Forced Bi Slave Novels & Stories

My eyes closed as I tried to focus my body on climbing to the point of no return. My hand began to cramp, and I started whimpering. “What’s wrong, Slave? Can’t you get yourself off?” He knew that I couldn’t. The sarcasm and cruelty in his voice were palpable. “Master, I can’t make myself cum. Please just take my body. I know you’ll be able to satisfy me.” I begged him as well as I knew how. I’d never had to beg a man to shove his hard cock into my cunt before, but I couldn’t imagine being filled with these needs for a second longer.

“That's all we can do right now.” Afgan nodded, feeling honored by his father's presence. Although guilt and loss still weighed heavily on his heart, he knew that his family could be a source of support and strength to get through this difficult time together. While waiting for further news from the search team and the condition of his in-laws, they sat together. Afgan occasionally turns to his father with a look of understanding, “Is this the origin of the forced marriage?” Achmed was a little awkward at the question, so he nodded and took a deep breath before answering, “Yes, as a form of my responsibility towards Bik Minah's son.”

He paused, “but I’m sorry for trading you to Liborio Bartoli, Presley. I don’t like you, but I never wanted you dead.” Belkin gave a loud sigh, “you were good with her being raped and forced to have his spawn?” “He swore he was in love with her. I didn’t think he’d rape her.” “He might have loved her in his own twisted way,” Belkin’s voice was gruff, “but she didn’t love him at all. She didn’t even like him. She was being forced, coerced to do the unthinkable. You sold your sister to be used as a sex slave and nothing more than a sow for breeding. You deserve to die.”

“You heard me. We’ll act like a couple. Hold hands. Smile for photos." “And if I don’t?” I asked. I didn’t care if he was cold, broken, or powerful. I’d been caged before, five years in a basement where my screams never made it past the concrete walls. No man could intimidate me now. His lips twitched into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Then I guess you’ll owe me twenty million dollars. And I don’t think you have that kind of spare change, Liana.” God, I hated how calmly he said that.

I walk towards Kellan. "What is happening?" It looks serious. "He's changing the rules and such. Right now, it is announcing that our father's punishment for forced slavery isn't working, and going forward, there will be a new one, a more fierce one." I still at his words. "There was a punishment for having a slave?" I didn't even know that. "Barely, they got fined. So, for many, it did little to nothing to stop them from continuing. They paid it and continued."

I was close to tears but held it in. “If you are a good girl today, I’ll reward you,” Sedar said “Yes, master,” I responded immediately. I felt a sharp pain on my buttocks and realised I had received my first lash. The pain was almost unbearable because of the weather. “it’s not time to speak,” Sedar roared. “Touch yourself,” he added I started touching myself while he watched with so much interest. I felt used at this point but couldn’t complain. “Bend over,” He commanded

She said. “No.” I growled. “You are not a maid.” “Please. I will be executed if you refuse.” I clenched my fists, wishing I could punch the wall. But all that would achieve is scaring the poor girl even more. She just had her home invaded, possibly lost a loved one, and was now being forced to become a servant. She had suffered enough trauma already. I let her lead me to the bathroom, and stood still as she washed every inch of me. It was humiliating, and I knew that was exactly why he was doing this. He knew I would be against him enslaving the Grenshaw pack, but he was making me his accomplice by forcing me to use this girl like she was a slave, forcing me to eat food prepared by someone I

“Sold for sixty million!" Did I just spend sixty million for a slave?

Zephyr praised. I smiled with satisfaction. "Alright, I'll continue my explanation." "All new slaves will be brainwashed and given new names, and those who are new adults are no exception. Slaves over the age of seventeen will be divided by gender." "The male slaves will work under the rogue pack. They will not receive a salary and will return to the prison after work. They are only allowed to sleep for two hours and are given leftovers once a day. Many of the male slaves ended up dying from work accidents, malnutrition, or other serious illnesses that went untreated."

The exposure of Victor's system triggered investigations in three states and a federal review of contract enforcement practices that allowed wealthy families to create binding obligations against vulnerable people through fabricated financial instruments. Legislative action was underway. A bill in Congress to classify fabricated debt contracts as instruments of trafficking. State-level reforms to the arbitration systems that had protected arrangements like Victor's from legal challenge. New protections for women trapped in coerced marriages that were technically voluntary under existing law but practically indistinguishable from captivity.